Phoenix feathers and stardust

The inner thoughts of a closet firecracker.

Poetry I have written is unapologetically NSFW. And protected by copyright.

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It was one of those nights when the waxing moon shone doggedly through her open window, the warm April air sifting in on a muggy breeze. Her bedsheets whispered like a tired lover’s sigh as she tossed and turned, and her mind raced across memories like empty sand dunes…

—Hearthesirenssong (via hearthesirenssong)

(via coffeestainedheart)

The taste of you blooms inside of me and spreads out, rushing through me, flushing everything wild out into the open, herding every creature inside of me back in your direction like a stampede of dark desires, a great rush of deep need.

—Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

(via ms-woodsworld)


If you can’t stand the heat…Get out of my fire.
I will find someone Who fuels my flames…Not douses them.


If you can’t stand the heat…
Get out of my fire.

I will find someone 
Who fuels my flames…
Not douses them.

(via ms-woodsworld)